Goddess of Water

The pier creaks under Kuleana's bare feet. Morning fog rolls off the water while she strips slow, tank top first, shorts hitting the boards like an afterthought. Sun hits skin still dewy from the lake. Camera holds on the sway of her hips, the goosebumps rising along her thighs, nipples tight against the chill air. She turns, spreads her stance, and bends to show every pink inch between her legs before standing again. Drizzle starts to fall and she smiles like she planned it.